Xiao Shui, Xiao Shuzhu, and Xiao Shuju returned from the bank, and since they had nowhere else to go, the group headed to the hotel where Xiao Shuzhu was staying.
The three of them reflected on everything that had happened at the bank and found it all incredibly unbelievable.
Who bought their mother’s house? No matter how they thought about it, other than their father who had the capability and power, who else could it be?
At this mont, Xiao Shui suddenly recalled sothing and said, "It seems that I heard Grandma ntion that our mother’s inheritance was not entirely left to Dad."
Actually, the matter was very simple, though conventional thinking always leads people to assu that when soone dies, their spouse if not their children would inherit the estate.
However, for their mother, she was an extrely formidable businesswoman, and her concept of wealth managent was far from ordinary.
"Does this an it’s quite possible that the trustee, whom our mother had entrusted to handle her property, intervened in this matter?" Xiao Shuzhu asked, clinging to a thread of hope.
"It seems very likely," Xiao Shui nodded; otherwise, there would be no explanation for how the house could have been transferred under their father’s nose to soone else.
After all, the house had been put up as collateral and had to be redeed first; to satisfy the conditions for redeeming the house, one had to refer to the agreent between their mother and the bank. Aside from the bank, only the trustee of their mother’s posthumous affairs would have this information.
At this mont, the three sisters suddenly felt how truly great their mother was; it was as if she had foreseen everything before her death and had made arrangents years in advance.
At least the house had not fallen into Lin Jiale and his people’s hands for now. Xiao Shuju couldn’t help wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, saying, "Mom, I’m sorry—"
Hearing the youngest’s bitter words, the other two in the room fell silent together.
They couldn’t offer comfort, not just because they were powerless at the mont, but also because the future seed bleak. Even Xiao Shui, always known for her self-confidence, might feel dejected for quite so ti after such a blow, because emotional impacts are much greater than those of financial nature.
What had they all done?
And the second eldest was still deluded to this day.
Lin Jiale, unable to get the expected house from the bank, returned to the Kang Family. He urgently discussed the matter with Kang Baojun and his son.
"This matter is probably not simple," Kang Junjia said.
"Who did it?" Lin Jiale had pondered over and over during the drive, but still couldn’t figure it out.
Wasn’t the house Xiao Jianming’s?
"No," Kang Junjia shook his head, "As far as I know, they kept their finances separate, even though the company was their joint venture, but there were prenuptial agreents and contracts."
What?
Kang Baojun and Lin Jiale were equally astonished.
Wasn’t it said that Xiao Jianming’s wife married him for love and had given everything to him, including her life?
In response to this commonly accepted speculation, Kang Junjia grimaced and said, "To say that would be to greatly underestimate this woman nad Ruan Ruzhen."
Ruan Ruzhen was Mrs. Xiao Jianming’s na.
The house was registered in Ruan Ruzhen’s na. After Ruan Ruzhen died, instead of becoming part of Xiao Jianming’s inheritance, the house was managed according to the will drafted by Ruan Ruzhen herself, leaving it to a trusted trustee to handle and arrange. Of course, everyone naturally assud Xiao Jianming inherited the house, mainly because there had been no changes to it after Ruan Ruzhen’s death. It seed like Xiao Jianming kept it mortgaged at the bank in accordance with his wife’s wishes.
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